Hope - a beacon of light that sheds us the will to go on. What happens if that thing is snatch away from you?

Deep sighs

Voices that were once one with the mind

Now thrashes out of control

Grappling away.



Hard, solid strong hands

Gripping, clutching, clawing...

The only thing that remains sane

Lips now set in a dour line.



Dark blue eyes

Pooling of enigmatic colors

Springing and drowning

As darkness snatches that only thing...


The End

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